Dinner was unusually quiet as I could tell my mother had something on her mind. After the table was cleared she told me she had heard something that really disturbed her.
"Jimmy, I spoke with a woman today who lives in the complex and she told me.......oh god I almost can't say it. She told me you......have been seeing her husband and........" I hung my head as I knew what was coming. I am sure that she could read the guilt on my face. "So it's true, you have been sucking her husbands cock!'
Now my mother is no prude. She openly talked to me about sex and girls. She has her share of lovers, my father took off on us when I was three. She is an attractive woman in her late thirties and has needs of her own.
"Are you gay?" She asked.
"I don't know, I just like doing it."
"Is he... is he... the only one?" She looked away almost not wanting to here the answer.
"No, there are four or five."
"Which is it? I need to know as we are going to put a stop to this."
I hesitated, taking a count in my head "Six."
She fought back the tears. "My son is a ...a...I can't even say it. So all those times that you would leave early or come back late from school you were meeting these men. How did all this start?"
Well it had started when I went to borrow some tools from Jake the maintenance man to work on my bicycle. He had a basement storeroom and I walked in on him jerking off to a magazine. After some awkward silence and me staring at his hard black cock, he invited me to suck him off. The minute he came I knew I wanted to do this a lot more. He said I was a born cocksucker, I didn't even flinch and swallowed his cum without hesitating.
He told me he was married and this had to be an occasional thing and we needed to be really discreet. But I wanted it more than every couple weeks. So he came up with a plan. He told me there are a lot of guys that might want to get their cocks sucked and he would keep his ears open and let them know I was willing. It didn't take long. Jake gave me a key to one of the storerooms in an adjacent building and I set up an old chair with some blankets were I could meet and suck these men.
I loved it. Most were married and begged for my discretion. It didn't take long for me to get pretty good at it. I tried my best to make it last as sometimes they were too quick to cum for me, so I would spend plenty of time sucking and licking their balls and shaft, but they all loved that I would swallow their loads without hesitation. They claimed their wives either wouldn't let them come in their mouth or wouldn't suck them at all. What a waste I thought. Of course there was one man who when he got ready he would stand up, grab my hair and jack his cum all over my face. This went on for months, sometimes going days without hooking up and sometimes sucking three in one day. I bought a pager and when someone needed my services they just paged in the time. I never knew whom I was meeting but I didn't care. I just wanted to get their cocks in my mouth and drain their balls.
So imagine the look of horror on their faces as one by one they walked into the storeroom and confronted my mother. Threats of telling their wives, police calls were enough to have them begging for mercy. But the one page, the man that I loved being with the most, my jack off fantasy, his page hadn't arrived. I had never met with him as often as the others but he was the one I couldn't do without and I told my mother so.
Eventually the page arrived and we were there early to surprise my would be lover. The door opened right on time and in stepped Mr. Lynch, a tall ruggedly handsome man. I believe he worked construction and kept in great shape.
